I want to rejoice in motherhood.
I don’t want to merely survive.
I don’t want to become bitter and broken and feeling like I gave up so much good to serve these “little monsters.” I don’t want to regret becoming a mother.
I don’t want to become a mommy martyr.
I don’t want to be discontent and ungrateful for my children, this season that it is.
I don’t want to be so consumed in my children or mothering or myself that I fail to do what is best for my children, or to be unable to let them go when the time comes – be it to death, college, or a house down the street.
I want to flourish.
I want to be broken and serve, joyfully, as if I am serving the Lord Himself. Because I am, doing this task that He has given me as my duty for this time.
I want to rejoice in motherhood with humility. I don’t know it all. I don’t know what is best, not always. Probably not even often. But God does. I must remember this when I want to nestle deep into pride about my parenting standards and methods. And when I want to look smugly at another mother and reflect that, “At least little Annie isn’t like her child.” Instead, to embrace the differences and rejoice in a shared journey, with compassion for those alongside me.
I want to know and accept that with all the sorrows and joys that come with motherhood, it is a gift.
I want to rejoice in motherhood even when it comes with death. I don’t mean merely death to self. I’m talking about finding the joy in the sorrow of a child lost, born or unborn. Or the loss of a husband, and finding myself bearing all of the parenting alone.
I want to be so consumed with serving Christ and living for eternity, that my children are raised well, with an eternal worldview, and I send them forth with rejoicing.
I want to rejoice in this gift of motherhood. I want to “count it all joy” when the toddler is sick, or throwing tantrums. I want to “count it all joy” when the baby is up every hour in the night. I want to “count it all joy” when my children rebel, break my heart, and ignore my counsel. I want to “count it all joy” through all of the ways that my patience and kindness and character are tested by this blessing of motherhood. I want to “count it all joy” even when it feels like my motherhood is being stripped away.
Because of this desire, I decided to do a series on this concept. If this is also your desire, please join me each Friday from now until November 18th for a discussion of what it means to rejoice in motherhood, and how to do so. There will be a few guests posts from fellow mothers about what it means to them, their motherhood journeys, and how they are able to “count it all joy.” (James 1:2)